Woodpeckers, Villages & Aerial Bombings
The red-crested woodpeckers wake me every morning at my home on Hippo Wallow Pond. There weren’t many there before, I’ve been told, so I must have brought the rest.
Read MoreThe red-crested woodpeckers wake me every morning at my home on Hippo Wallow Pond. There weren’t many there before, I’ve been told, so I must have brought the rest.
Read MoreWe’ve passed the licensing, certifications, and permit checks…. now we need to pass muster with the TRUE judges; the children.
Read MoreNew Baby Cribs for The www.GodsChild.org Project’s Casa Jackson Hospital for Malnourished Children, gift of the Central American Empowerment charity of Jacksonville, FL....
Read MoreHonored to be teaching four Continuing Education Credit courses to law enforcement officials from around the country
Read MoreNo… that’s not a mistake. A mooring is the place… the rope… to which we are fastened to stay safe and secure. It’s a 15th century Olde English word… to be anchored.
Read MoreSpent a quiet afternoon in my hobby room listening to Gregorian Chant and archiving a lot I bought at a Rhode Island estate liquidation, of original Dakota Territory D Barry photographs and mid-18th century letters to a young soldier stationed at Fort Lincoln, south of Bismarck-Mandan. These back-and-forth letters between a teenage Charles Abbott and his mother, who lived in Warwick, RI, are fascinating. He complains about the food and his officers; she tells him to wear sweaters and not stand too close to the artillery so he doesn’t hurt his ears. Mothers! Then researched Charles who passed away...
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